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Summary: Going back is never easy, especially when you've been gone for four years. Harry returns to the UK after a long absence, looking for help.

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Harry Potter > Buffy-CenteredTheEmpressOfJohohoFR15513,14632713,80130 Oct 1015 Aug 12No

Chapter Three

Chapter Three


Buffy woke up early. It was impossible to sleep, knowing that in a few hours she was going to the Ministry of Magic. Despite knowing Harry for a couple of years, Buffy had never met any of his friends, or visited his world. Of course, she had heard all about Ron and Hermione, about the Weasleys and all those who died. It was almost as if she knew them, she just had never actually met them. But all of that was hopefully about to change.

She sneaked out of bed, trying not to wake Harry up. He needed the sleep, they all did. But thanks to being the Slayer Buffy rarely slept more than a few hours. Something that seemed to cause slight jealousy in Harry. She understood that in the time of war there weren’t enough hours in a day, but Harry could barely function without sleep.

The door creaked ever so slightly when she opened it. Her breath caught in her throat as Harry turned over. Luckily enough, he was still asleep. Once out in the corridor Buffy relaxed. On the top of her list was a giant cup of coffee.

The kitchen was empty, as was the pot. With zombie-like moves Buffy made coffee. The smell alone seemed to wake her up a bit. With the cup in her hands she sat down by the kitchen island.

She savored every minute of silence. It was a rarity in the mansion full of slayers and whatnot's. The coffee on the other hand, she didn’t savor. Cooking, or even making coffee, was not her strong suit. Buffy downed the last of it and set to work. After all, she couldn’t meet the Minister of Magic with bad hair.

A few hours later, Buffy emerged looking radiant and beautiful as ever. Her hair was bouncy and her makeup spot free. Fortunately the mansion contained several bathrooms.

She had decided to wear a pair of simple black jeans and a dark purple shirt. Harry had told her that the fashion in the wizarding world was different from hers, but as she didn’t have access to any robes this would have to do.

Buffy entered hers and Harry’s room. Harry was already waiting for her, being ready ages ago. But after an incident involving a hairbrush being thrown Harry had learned not to complain about Buffy’s time managing.

“You all done now?” he asked, getting up.

“Yep, pretty much.” She spun in a circle, “How do I look?”

Harry stepped up to her, placed a light kiss on her lips and said “You’re as beautiful as the moon. As radiant as the sun, and as late as the British trains.” He ducked just in time, and a pillow sailed past his head. Smiling he took her hand and with a pop they disappeared.


Despite leaving L.A. at 8 am it was around 4 pm when they arrived in London.
“Stupid time differences,” Buffy said under her breath. It felt like an entire day had gone by in a flash. And time was of the essence. Harry just smiled at her and led her out of the alley in which they had arrived. Since they couldn’t apparate directly into the ministry Harry had directed them towards a nearby alley.

Both of them started to get nervous. Buffy because she was finally seeing some part of Harry’s world, and Harry because he was going back. Something he never thought he would. But, he also realized, the return wasn’t entirely a bad thing. Maybe he could actually patch things up with his friends. Maybe.

Buffy looked around. She had been to London several times before, but this time she looked extra hard, trying to spot something magical. She was about to walk past a telephone box when Harry stopped her.

“This is it,” he said.

“What?” She didn’t understand. Harry had left this part out.

“You enter the ministry from this telephone box. Come on.” He took her by the hand and stepped inside. Buffy realized that she had never even once considered how they were getting into the ministry, or why muggles never stumbled upon it.

Harry grabbed the phone and dialled 6-2-4-4-2, hoping that they hadn’t changed it. As the voice filled the booth, Harry sighed with relief.

“Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business.”

“Harry Potter and Buffy Summers, here to see the minister,” Harry said in a clear voice.

“Thank you. Visitors, please take the badges and attach it to the front of your robes.”

They did as instructed and the booth rattled for a moment before descending into the ground. Buffy looked alarmed for a second before Harry gently took her hand in his. A comfort to both of them.

“Are you sure this is gonna work? That I’m magical enough?” she asked.

“I’m sure. I’ve looked it up. The essence of the slayer is part demon and part magic. You’ll be fine.”

The rest of the ride was done in silence. Harry’s appearance hadn’t changed drastically over the years so he knew someone was bound to recognize him. And that worried him. The booth rattled once more and came to a sudden halt. The door opened and they exited, still holding each others hands in an iron grip.

Harry knew where to go, but was momentarily shocked by all the familiar sights. All the wizards and witches buzzing around. The paper airplanes flying overhead. The fireplaces lighting up every few seconds. It was a lot to take in, especially for Buffy who had never seen anything like it. Her eyes were all over the place all at once. Maybe she was more magical than she thought.

Together they walked through the masses and up to the elevator. The statues in the middle of the huge room caught Buffy’s eyes. Harry had told her about them, how Voldemort had changed them once they gained power of the ministry. Now it had looked more like its old self again. The statue now featured a wizard, a witch, a house elf, a goblin, a muggle, all of them standing on equal grounds and equal space. The ministry, as well as the wizarding world, had really valued the lessons that the war had taught them.

The elevator opened up and they stepped in. Relaxing for the first time since leaving the telephone box. The elevator was empty besides the two of them, and some paper airplanes. It started its ascension.

“Are you okay?” Buffy asked.

”I think so. I mean, I’m still alive, right?” What was meant to sound reassuring came out sounding insecure. She squeezed his hand and leaned her head against his shoulder.

“I’m here. We’ll be alright.”

The elevator stopped and a redheaded wizard entered, nose deep in some very important-looking papers.

“Percy,” Harry said. Percy looked up with a surprised look on his face.

“Harry, how do you do? I almost forgot, the minister set up a meeting for today. This extremely important report just came in.”

“Of course,” Harry said, smiling. “This is my friend, erhm girlfriend, Buffy Summers.” He stumbled on the word girlfriend. He knew Percy probably wouldn’t tell Ginny about it, but Harry wanted to be the one to tell her.

“Nice meeting you, Buffy,” Percy said, giving her one of his rare genuine smiles.

“Likewise,” she answered. The elevator came to a stop once more, this time on their floor. The three of them got out and continued down a large corridor. At the far end it opened up in a large room. Several desks were placed around the room. And there were a lot of doors with signs on them, with important titles.

Harry and Buffy followed Percy through the maze of desks and came to a more expensive-looking door. On the sign it said “Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister of Magic”.

“I’ll check if he’s ready to see you now,” Percy said and entered the office with a quick knock. Buffy and Harry were left in the large room, with people who started to notice them. A whisper here and a note there told Harry that some had already figured out who he was. He turned away from them and looked at Buffy. Her small smile reassured him. Even though it might not go well here, at least they tried. They would figure something else out.

“The minister will see you now, Mr Potter,” Percy said in his official tone. “Ms Summers.” With a nod he left them. They let go of each others hands and entered the office.

It suited Kingsley, Harry decided. The office was small-ish, with thick, rich carpets strewn around the room. All the walls were covered in bookshelves, filled with books in every size and colour.

The minister himself sat at the large desk in dark mahogany. When he saw them he stood up. His blue robes rustled as he stepped out from behind the desk.

“Mr Potter, Harry, it’s a pleasure to see you again,” he said in his patent deep voice. He shook Harry’s hand and then turned to Buffy. “Ms Summers, Percy told me Harry brought someone along. Lovely to meet you.”

“You too, minister,” Buffy replied.

“Oh please call me Kingsley.”

His warm personality immediately made Buffy relax, she noticed that Harry did as well. Kingsley sat down again, and motioned towards the two chairs in front of them.

“Now, Harry, I know you didn’t come here on a social visit. What can I do for you?”

“Thanks for seeing us. I really hate doing this, but I need your help,” Harry started. He glanced at Buffy and noticed her encouraging smile. “When I met Buffy I gained a lot, friends and happiness, but along with that came a new war.”

Buffy took over. “Minister, Kingsley. I tell you this in confidence; Harry told me we could trust you.” She took a deep breath. “I am something called a Slayer.”

Kingsley sat up straighter in his chair, but remained silent. Buffy took this as a sign to continue.

“I’ve been fighting evil for the last 7 years, but have never encountered something like what we now are facing. We can’t do this alone.”

“I’m stunned, I have to admit,” Kingsley said. “I’ve heard of the slayer of course, but never did I imagine meeting one. Years ago, before your time, the Ministry and the Council worked together. But due to some unfortunate events that partnership ended. Since then we’ve just stayed away from each other.” He paused and let them digest the information. “The regeneration of both the Ministry and the Council will hopefully allow us to work together again.”

“Of course. That would be great,” Buffy said, excited. “Me, along with three of my friends, are now in charge. We can definitely work something out.”

“But right now, we need help in this war. The last think I want is to drag you all into a new war, but those who are willing are welcome,” Harry said. “It’s all voluntarily. But as with Voldemort, this new big bad will probably cross over the lines of muggle world and wizarding world.”

“I completely understand,” Kingsley replied after a second of thought. “I think you’ll be surprised at how many actually would want to help. I will have to get back to you after speaking with the heads of the departments.”

They all stood up, and shook hands.

“It was great meeting you again, Kingsley.”

“And you too, Harry. Ms Summers. Hopefully this will benefit both parties.”


Thanks for reading this :D Sorry for the long wait, but life came in the way, as it has a tendency to do.
All and any advice or suggestions are very welcomed.
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